Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Index,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.